Gemotions

A wave of… *something* washed over Daniel as he stared at the dreaded “denied” notification. He'd been expecting it, yet the email still felt like a punch to the gut. Then, a peculiar sensation. A tingling spread through his limbs, as if a long-dormant energy had been unleashed. He looked at the unfinished canvases stacked in his studio, a project he'd abandoned weeks ago. With a decisive nod, he grabbed a fresh brush, dipped it in vibrant crimson paint, and began to work, his movements quick and decisive. The colors danced before him, reflecting his unexpectedly buoyant mood.